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She didn’t know how much time it would take. Even with Liam checking in every thirty minutes like clockwork, she could expect her phone to ring at the top and in the middle of every hour, and with Rachel and Mickey doing their best to spread the story—one that moved like wildfire through the town blazing through conversations—it still took time, which annoyed her.
Becky was still getting into the groove of keeping the store open at normal hours. Mickey visited her in the morning, bringing coffee, and it was all they talked about.
It was the waiting that got to her. Becky had never been a very patient person. She had always found it impossible to wait, but days passed, time went on, and nothing changed.
She’d had more luck moving some of the more difficult items in her store and hunt
